The next morning Chris was still awake, walking around the basement and leaving her to sleep on the bed down there, he hadn't bothered to put his boxers on and he was staring at the ceiling towards a crack in the cement, his left side facing her.

A couple hours later, Chris tumbled down the stairs from the wind, a huge glass shard sticking out of his arm, he went back up the stairs and closed the door, grunting and walking back down, ripping the shard out of his arm, "I got you uhh... Feminine things.." He mumbled, having piled a bunch of things into a bag, pills she would need for her time of the month, along with pads, not even realizing he had picked up a box of pregnancy tests, then he tossed them onto the bed with her.